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Ancient stories have been told
Of the creatures hosting mortal spell
Once belonged to the Spirit’s World
Now among the humans dwell
In search for purest souls
The flesh they could possess
Desire flows with no control
There is no time for “yes”
Like the tender/silken mist they fall
Touching softly naked skin
Fore they too wish to be whole
Something they have never been
Don’t try to run my sweetest one
F0r they are not here to kill
Enchanted kiss must be done
So close your eyes… surrender… feel
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